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Some days you can’t see straight think straight walk straight for the lists littering your kitchen floor.

You need a match to burn them into soul-lightening ash;you write “matches” on the grocery list.

You need a hammer to smash them into spirit-lifting smithereens; you write “hammer” on the hardware list.

You need an exterminator to blast them into psyche-strengthening shrivels;you write “exterminator” on the phone call list.

Some days you realize, suddenly and with an olfactory jolt, that “litter box” has risen to the top of your list of lists.